They don’t make them like this anymore
And if you were born yesterday, you wouldn’t care
But someone’s strong, warm, arthritic hands
Took their time with this
Carved this patiently
Attended to it like a newborn baby
And stained it with love
And particular care
You don’t find that anymore
And if you were born yesterday, you wouldn’t know
But I can tell that the person who made this
Appreciated every color in a sunrise
Enjoyed the sound of the rain
Smiled and laughed at butterflies and flowers
Prepared simple meals
And read good books
e.12.14.2016
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